They’ve Stripped the Forest for Babble
Reams and reams
The black-ink symbols innundate
Flooding consciousness with printed words
Definitions but know no meaning
political history of Byzantine hydraulics.
Dewey decimal has run rampant
Chasing, haunting, even lurking
in the restroom
Parasitically clinging to the walls
Stark and blatant waste or frivolous gaud
Venus dies --
-- nonsensical nausea
The ice-age is returning
— Zumwalt (1974)
Trilogy of the Oblique Carbide
I. Judge Crater Is No More
There is a fandango up my nose;
This is justice?
O ironic gods -- can they
Really repossess my pancreas?
And Black and Decker tread on the cosmic puddles
My ravioli molded to day...
The wispy green fuzz eating
Away the corrupted entrails of Alpha Beta
Pathos. Tragedy. Tricanosis.
Such is fate.
III. Cry the beloved wingnut
Bigot! And the hungry children cry
In their farina. Would Rothschild give
Them Twinkies? Ha! Let them eat Spackling paste.
Spush! Time, the rain-bird, spews
Its indifference towards the continuum of OHM.
— Zumwalt (1973)